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Private Johnson part 2
Posted By: Roo<dough425@hotmail.com>
Date: 25 August 2003, 11:39 PM


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Earth-5: 30 am-Wooded area-Private Johnson-section 2

Right now it's about 5:30 and sarge is bitching at us to get ready to leave. I pick up my shotgun and wake up Rob, who had fallen asleep. He was a little pissed, because he was dreaming about his girl at home. George on the other hand was up and ready to go 2 min. before sarge even thought about leaving. Rob grabbed his sniper rifle and turned off the safety. "Who need safety's in a war zone," he always said.
Everyone was scrambling to get into formation. Sarge's rule was, last in gets point position (front). Luckily Rob and I where the fourth ones in, some new guy straight from boot camp was the last in. sarge gave the order to move out, and we did. We walked about 3 miles, and then sarge gave the order to stop. He motioned to us to get on the ground. While we where on the ground sarge gave the order for Rob to go up front. I followed him. Sarge pointed to two big ugly guys who had blue armor and skin that seemed to be orange. We've heard reports about them, but never actually seen one in real life. They said that these "hunters" where mean. These big guys carried a gun equal to the force of our rockets, and they could shoot twice as fast, making these guys heavy marine killers. Rob pulled up his sniper rifle and looked for a weak spot in their armor as sarge signaled for the person with the rocket launcher to come forward. turned and began charging his plasma weapon Rob shot two rounds into an orange spot on the hunter' s back. He fell to the ground. The other instantly. The green glow was kind of eerie. He shot just as a rocket was shot at him. The green bolt of plasma flew and hit the guy who shot the rocket with a loud bang. He flew back at least 50 feet and smashed into a tree. He was dead. A group of things with these glowing shields where now in our sights. Rob immediately picked off one of them. I ran and grabbed the rocket launcher and shot it at the other three. Sounds where coming from ever direction, but nothing could be seen. Some marines where shooting ever where they heard a sound. It was chaos, utter chaos. Finally I caught sight of one of them. It was a covenant elite. These guys where real bad assess. They had shields, which protect them from most of our bullets. I got up and ran over to where I had seen him and sure enough there he was running around making noises try to confuse us. I slowly crept up behind him hoping to god none of those marines' bullets would hit. I slowly raised my shotgun and pointed it at his back. I slowly pulled my finger back, and BANG. He was gone purple blood oozed out of the four-inch hole I just blew in his ass; I gave a new meaning to ripping a new asshole. I ran back to where my platoon was. Turns out they where having troubles of their own. There was a large group of grunts firing their green burning hot plasma at them. Some marines began to fire back. The grunts then immediately got up and ran behind a log. Rob turned his sniper rifle towards where they had just run and waited. On of the grunts slowly poked his head up and it immediately fell from Rob's sniper fire. A marine threw a frag behind the log and took care of the rest. It was over. We took a body count, 5 where left. Rob, George, two other marines, and I where left. Sarge was dead, which left Rob in charge. We where debating whether or not to call a med. evac ship. None where injured from that onslaught those who where hit are just dead, so we didn't. We salvaged ammo, weapons, and grenades. Rob took a pistol and I slung an assault rifle over my shoulder. We left the bodies. We couldn't take them all. We still heard the sound of covenant in the distance. We had to get out.
As I look back at the jumble of dead bodies all I can think is, "thank god it wasn't me." Blood oozed from them, it was a river, a river of blood. The guy next to me couldn't hold it in any longer. He looked at me, then at the bodies. Then he pulled his pistol out pointed it to his head and screamed, "Never forget those who died to keep this fucking planet alive!" He pulled the trigger... his brains were scattered on the rock next to him; it was over, for him at least. There are only four of us left now. Four against the entire covenant fleet. Noises were still heard. We all just ran. Ran from the noises. Ran from the blood. Ran for our lives. We had to get back to base camp to warn them of this threat. It was theirs and ours only hope.





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